"Idiot! Get down quickly!"
A burly, scar-faced middle-aged man beside him glared fiercely at Sanji and whispered angrily:
"You brat, when you see a Celestial Dragon, you dare to stand! Didn't your elders teach you manners? How disrespectful, this is a serious offense!"
Heavenly Celestial Dragon...
Sanji still frowned, pinching his chin, deep in thought.
This term felt like something he'd read in a book when he was younger, but it was so long ago that he couldn't recall exactly what it referred to.
What exactly was it?
In the few seconds Sanji hesitated, the procession in the distance came closer and closer.
Thud, thud, thud.
More Navy soldiers, holding flintlock guns, slightly bowed their heads, silently opening a path on both sides, while in the middle were over a dozen agents in black suits and sunglasses.
Together, they surrounded two figures riding on the backs of tall slaves—
One was a man with a sleazy mushroom head, and the other a slender, pretty young woman.
Both wore bubble helmets, each holding a chain, with the other end tethered to the necks of the slaves beneath them.
"Take care of yourself."
Law looked upset, pulling Bepo into the crowd. Having warned Sanji to this extent, they felt they had done their duty.
"Fool!"
The scar-faced middle-aged man could no longer hold back, "At this point, I can't care anymore, kneel down for me!"
Swish!
A leg swept out, catching Sanji off guard, causing him to fall flat.
Who?
Who kicked me?!
Sanji was furious, trying to struggle to get up, but the scar-faced man seemed not to be ordinary, holding him down so he couldn't break free.
Lying on the ground, with his body prostrate, his buttocks raised.
From afar, he appeared more devout and respectful than the kneeling crowd around him.
"Hm?"
Charulia noticed the commotion and glanced over. Seeing this scene, she nodded in satisfaction and looked away.
"Hey, Charulia, there's a member of the Fur Race lying on the ground over there."
The mushroom-headed Celestial Dragon noticed Chopper lying on the ground, "Looks like a raccoon cat, the blue nose is quite rare. How about I buy it and give it to you, interested?"
"Pulminge."
Charulia said coldly, "I'm only interested in the Giant Race and slaves with giant bloodlines, remember?"
"What a pity."
The mushroom-headed Celestial Dragon named Pulminge shrugged, "I do enjoy collecting Fur Race members, but for feline Fur Race, I have many already, almost can't fit them on the walls. I am short on bears, though... Hm?"
His eyes suddenly lit up, spotting Bepo in the distance.
"Bear-type Fur Race! And a rare white bear!"
Saint Pulminge exclaimed joyfully, excitedly pointing at Bepo, "What luck! Hey, quick! Hurry up! Capture that white bear for me!"
"Yes!"
The black-suited agents immediately split up, moving into action, bypassing the crowd, quickly encircling the Red Heart Pirates.
"..."
Law stopped in his tracks, his face turning extremely gloomy.
That oblivious blond kid got overlooked, yet somehow their quick-thinking escape got them targeted?
"Captain..."
Bepo was startled, feeling helpless, but after glancing at Law's back, gritted his teeth, made a decision, stepped forward, and raised both arms, shouting:
"Hey! I'll go with you! Just don't hurt my comrades..."
"Bepo!"
Law turned around sharply, sternly stopping Bepo's words. Resolve flashed in his eyes as he took a deep breath, his right hand already on Kikoku's hilt.
"Don't say such foolish things."
Law's gaze swept over the approaching black-suited agents, "Our Red Heart Pirates, have never had the habit of bowing to others."
Bepo was stunned, murmuring, "But Captain, they're Celestial Dragons! If we defy their orders, Navy Grand Admirals will hunt us down..."
"Navy Grand Admirals, their title used to be pretty intimidating to me."
Law sneered, his thumb flicked, the Demon Sword Kikoku unsheathed, and the light blue ROOM space instantaneously spread out, encompassing an area of several dozen meters.
"But ever since I learned of that person's exploits, don't you think the so-called Navy Grand Admirals don't seem so formidable?"
A fierce light flashed in Law's eyes.
ROOM!
The surrounding black-suited agents hadn't reacted, and their bodies were already split into several pieces, floating towards the dome, causing a wave of terrified screams from the nearby crowd.
"How dare you!"
"How dare you defy Saint Pulminge's orders!"
"Surround these pirates!"
A large number of Navy soldiers immediately raised their flintlock guns to aim, and at the command of their officer, began firing.
Bang bang bang!
The bullets fired continuously, but the moment they entered the light blue space, they lost their momentum, drifting upwards.
"There are so many lackeys."
Law snorted coldly, raised his right hand, ready to expand the ROOM's range, but a figure already rushed ahead, like a whirlwind sweeping into the Navy formation.
"Diable Jambe: Banquet Table!"
The fiery kick blazed like a meteor, boom boom boom, hitting and sending over a dozen shooting Navy soldiers flying along its path.
Then, with the momentum, he turned and swept his right leg across!
"Head Meat!"
Another group of Navy soldiers screamed as they were sent flying, crashing down like dominoes.